Last the windchill a minus twenty.
I had to drive around the block to get in a safe location to take this picture.
The sign that was dangling from the crane was not separated as it was when I first saw it. You have to be safe.
Downtown Columbus, OH.
We sat down to lunch at North Star on High Street in Short North.
Construction was happening all around.
Charlie couldn’t take his eyes off the giant crane as he nibbled on his quesadilla.
Later when we headed back to Laura’s, he saw a cement mixture going round and round.
Mighty Machines The Canadian Public Television program is one of his favorites to watch but Tuesday he had a front row seat and didn’t need a TV.
Took most these photographs of Steam/Smoke Streaming from around the city in various locations specifically for this week’s challenge ephemeral
and added the light sabre on a knit blanket from home which is totally not with the NYC street scene but then
added the New York City store window with the Shadow Lettering from the light.
PROM 2015 It wil be here soon and then disappear in a blink.
I shot this of One World Trade Center AKA Freedom Tower, as I left Manhattan at Easter time.
Why I didn’t take an updated shot last month when I was visiting my sister I can’t say. You can watch the change in the skyline from her apartment window. The progress.
The view from Mary’s apartment window.
My mother was into homemade whole wheat bread with wheat germ added. She’d scald milk, boil water, crumble a cake of yeast. Knead and knead, place it in an oiled bowl, cover with a tea towel, let rise, punch it down, rest – then shape the loaves.
Let them rise again. this time in battered aluminum bread pans covered lightly with waxed paper.
The aroma filled the house and after it was baked we’d eat a slice with butter and honey when it was still warm.
What I would give to have my mother make a couple of loaves again, turn them out of the greased bread pans. Saw off a slice with a serrated edge.
But when I was a kid, I saw a big white truck with red and yellow and bright blue balloons all over it. WONDER BREAD. I wanted my mother to buy WONDER BREAD. I’d eaten it somewhere and was fascinated you could roll it into a ball! Hard to believe but true. I begged my mother to buy WONDER BREAD. Oh how I longed for the colorful balloons on the wrapper.
Embarrassing to admit, but true.
She never did.